I still think about our friendship. Even after I got rid of all the things that reminded me of you, my mind still finds a way to carve a pathway to you. I'm really sorry for leaving you, and I hope you get better with your new set of friends. I knew your mental health was deteriorating at that time, but due to my being a coward, I never took action or consulted you at that time. I knew how you felt, yet my pride overtook my empathy, and I decided to do what you did to me. Even though this all sounds like an excuse, I promise you it's not. I'm really sorry for letting u go through shit. I didn't do anything even though you regarded me as your "best friend" at that time. I'm sorry.